"This has to be a dream," I murmured. "How long has it been since the government change?" I asked.
"A week and a half, You were sleeping half that time, though." Illusia said.
"This has to be a dream," I repeated, shaking my head. "Can I sleep now? Please?"
"Almost," Illusia said. "Just one more thing." She took out something from her back pocket. A laser pointer. "See that over there?" she asked, pointing the laser at a non-suspiscious part of the wall.
"Uh, no," I said, and then I felt the laser pen/syringe pierce my arm.
"Gah!" I spat, wincing. "What's that for?" I asked.
"Gotta take it everyday," Illusia said. "It keeps the cells from changing and multiplying too fast,"
"Okay," I said, getting pretty tired of all of the delays. "May I *please* go to sleep now?"
"Of course," she said, showing me back to my room. "Good night," she said, shutting the door.
I flicked the switch that turned off all the white, and tried to get a wink of sleep.
I failed.
All night, I lay, the cylinders in my head going at full speed, wondering how I would get to Maine, if Cris was okay, how long I was going to be here. I couldn't grasp just a single thought; too many were pecking for my attention.
I looked at my watch, which was still in Oregon time. 10:15.
Wasn't it 10 just an hour ago? When Illusia left?
This was going to be a long night.
--
I woke up to noise. Not an ear-splitting, deafening noise, but a soft, neutral noise. Still, it managed to drive me right out of my slumber.
"Good morning," Illusia said, through the invisible intercoms. It's seven 'o' clock, and breakfast will be at eight-thirty. Further daily schedule details will be handed out then,"
I rubbed my eyes. I fell asleep probably an hour before that, exhausted from too much thought. A long night is usually followed by a long day, and I just wanted to go back to sleep, but I can't imagine the consequences of stepping out of line, considering
"A week and a half, You were sleeping half that time, though." Illusia said.
"This has to be a dream," I repeated, shaking my head. "Can I sleep now? Please?"
"Almost," Illusia said. "Just one more thing." She took out something from her back pocket. A laser pointer. "See that over there?" she asked, pointing the laser at a non-suspiscious part of the wall.
"Uh, no," I said, and then I felt the laser pen/syringe pierce my arm.
"Gah!" I spat, wincing. "What's that for?" I asked.
"Gotta take it everyday," Illusia said. "It keeps the cells from changing and multiplying too fast,"
"Okay," I said, getting pretty tired of all of the delays. "May I *please* go to sleep now?"
"Of course," she said, showing me back to my room. "Good night," she said, shutting the door.
I flicked the switch that turned off all the white, and tried to get a wink of sleep.
I failed.
All night, I lay, the cylinders in my head going at full speed, wondering how I would get to Maine, if Cris was okay, how long I was going to be here. I couldn't grasp just a single thought; too many were pecking for my attention.
I looked at my watch, which was still in Oregon time. 10:15.
Wasn't it 10 just an hour ago? When Illusia left?
This was going to be a long night.
--
I woke up to noise. Not an ear-splitting, deafening noise, but a soft, neutral noise. Still, it managed to drive me right out of my slumber.
"Good morning," Illusia said, through the invisible intercoms. It's seven 'o' clock, and breakfast will be at eight-thirty. Further daily schedule details will be handed out then,"
I rubbed my eyes. I fell asleep probably an hour before that, exhausted from too much thought. A long night is usually followed by a long day, and I just wanted to go back to sleep, but I can't imagine the consequences of stepping out of line, considering
